Down Bad ft. Fr3ak Lyrics

If you let it go now

You don't know what you'll be missing

Shout out to my niggas

Lock down

Down bad in them trenches

Girl you wasn't me

On them nights I was hopping off them benches

Eleven fifty nine PM the way my niggas need extensions

Wouldn't of put my hands on em if you wasn't fucking with em

Started this shit from the bottom girl and now you stuck there with em

I was tryna give your ass the world you wasn't fucking with me

I'm not proud of all the things I done I pray the Lord forgive me

Yeah

But you know it's Meezy

And I ain't going out that easy

If I told about them night girl

You wouldn't even believe me

Been receiving the fruits of my labor

But everything ain't peachy

Man I'm starting to take the lead

And now it's getting hard to reach me

I done had RiRi's

And I done had CiCi's

I can't trust a shawty that's the only thing they teach me

When I was down bad

You was just gon' up and leave me

She didn't know who I was going to be

Now she say she need me

I just gotta keep doing what I'm doing

That's the mission baby

You always want to talk bout who I'm screwin

That's your issue baby

I could've sat back and stacked my chips

Ain't that's simple baby

I'm almost home I got another hit

That's a triple baby

Ohhh

Yeah

Man shit done got real

I'm in a different mode

If I ain't on the field then

I'm rocking these shows

Protecting my heart

And buying these clothes

She told me she love me

Better play with her nose

Cause I ain't got time to play with these hoes

She kissing her friend

I'm thinking it's goals

Think she in a strip club

The way we got poles

We tagging her team

And we tagging they toes

If you let it go now

You don't know what you'll be missing

Shout out to my niggas

Lock down

Down bad in them trenches

Girl you wasn't me

On them nights I was hopping off them benches

Eleven fifty nine PM the way my niggas need extensions

I can't even post up with my shooters cause they don't like attention

Crodie on the run had to hide em out ain't have a pot to piss in

Sometimes I wish a nigga would just because I like the tension

It's a lot of y'all who owe them dues

And they gon' get collected

And you know Freak back in the game

It's a lot of shit about to change

I got too much on my brain

And it's hard to maintain

Do the dash while I'm swerving through lanes

Smoke this gas while I'm going through this pain

Let me know if you feeling me know

All my real ones they hearing me now

I just cop me like two or three pounds

Shit'll make me like two or three thou

Momma said never go with the crowd

I told Momma you got it no doubt

Also promised that I'll make her proud

For the gang yeah I'm holding it down

I'm the king so just give me the crown

I'm the king so just give me the crown..

Yeah

If you let it go now

You don't know what you'll be missing

Shout out to my niggas

Lock down

Down bad in them trenches

Girl you wasn't me

On them nights I was hopping off them benches

Eleven fifty nine PM the way my niggas need extensions

Yeah

The way my niggas need extensions

Yeah

The way my niggas